The Flag Of The Scarlet Sun Poem by Antimoni Dutta

Breathing the soil
I am standing amidst the cripples' land

Being naked before the silver fields
I do tie a 'gamusa' arounding my valley upto
the waist

And in lap of anarchic circumference
and in newfangled circumlocution
I lead my days without a name

The figment of the most simplest and the complex
of the ancient footbridge
I make and connect both the edges
with two different scenes
For I came to know that nothing can be more intimate
than the death which can cease to begin anew

That day it then be engraved
on cripples' lunge, all the seeds will be growing
in touch of fertile silts

And the blind, deaf, lamb these all will go
singing under the same sky together